Chase let out a long, contented sigh, his form dimming as the radiant divine energy dispersed into the falling snow. His battle-worn divine attire melted away into something cozier and far more festive: an all-white Christmas hoodie adorned with soft, glowing light-blue snowflakes, paired with fuzzy pajama pants patterned with divine sigils of snow and peace, and a pair of fluffy white socks that barely made a sound as he turned.
He glanced toward Aurora and Valor with a calm smile, still riding the serene high of divine exertion. "Well," he said, chuckling lightly, "shouldn't you two go back to your normal age?"
